My First Threesome

This story is true. When I say, “true”, I mean it really happened. It really, really happened. What makes it so much more valuable to me, is the fact that the experience I am about to share with you, my other family, the faceless, anonymous but safe one of the web, was a fantasy of mine forever.

The story changed my life. It opened my eyes to the erotic possibilities of life and marriage (not mine). It was fantasy come true.

And it started in a small wine bar not far from home.

I had responded to an add in a usenet newsgroup for a MWC looking for a “well-hung white male.” I read the ad, thinking it was fake, even though it was on a swingers site. I am certainly not a swinger, but often read the ads: wondering if they were real, wondering if threesomes actually ever existed.

So I responded to the ad. I told them my first name, that I was 6’, 200 pounds, muscular, in very good shape, intelligent and witty. Yes, “endowed.” I pack an honest 8 inches.

To my surprise, they wrote back. Their names were John and Patti, and they lived about 3 hours away. Patti was extremely choosey and skeptical about meeting people over the net. John simply wanted to fulfill his fantasy of watching his wife have sex with another man. I told them I insisted on “friends first” and that we could just meet for a glass of wine somewhere in the middle. After several letters, they agreed.

I remember the ride. It took me almost two hours. They gave me directions to a bar right off the highway, and I gave them my cell phone number. I was rather nervous going. Okay, I was terrified. I still had no idea if I was meeting someone real or fake, a weirdo or ax murderer. Truthfully, even if they were real, I wasn’t even sure if I could have sex with another man’s wife—while he watched. The whole scenario gave me goosebumps, but yet in a thrilling and exciting way.

So I drove, and followed the directions in the email. We were to meet at 4. I was fifteen minutes early, and waited for their minivan to arrive. 4....4:15…..4:30… no word, and I started the car. Just when I figured I had been tricked, I saw a light blue minivan pull into the parking lot. I was pleased with what I saw: Patti was about 42, short blonde hair, 5 feet, and extremely attractive and toned. John was about 5’5 and muscular. They excused being late and we went in for a drink. They sat on one side of the table, I sat alone, feeling the heat of a warm July day, on the other.

That conversation over a glass of red wine was nervous. They asked me what I did for a living, where I lived. We made small talk and had some laughter for about half an hour. I excused myself and went to the men’s room. When I returned, John looked at me and said, “Patti wants to know if you want to go for a ride.”

Truthfully—I was completely scared. I still did not know them, and had no idea what was going to happen. But I came here for the fun of it, and was not gong to say no. We got in the minivan, me in the back seat, and John said, “I know a nice little secluded area up here.” The sun was setting, the windows were closed, and the air conditioning was on high. As we drove, Patti looked at her husband and turned around and looked at me. All of a sudden she started stroking my leg up and down. I got an almost immediate erection feeling her warm hand on my leg. She grabbed the bulge between my legs and said, “he’s huge.” Her husband looked at me in the rearview mirror. Patti climbed in back through the seats, and unzipped me, freeing my cock. She went down on me, and her husband looked in the mirror again, to see my reaction. All he could see was his wife’s head bobbing up and down on my. I still could not believe this. Her warm mouth and the cool air conditioning sent goosebumps from head to tow.

When we stopped, I helped her out of her clothes. We kissed, but not on the lips. She evaded lip kissing, and I figured this was some unspoken rule. John stayed in the front seat the whole time, watching. I spent about five minutes going down on her. Her pussy was moist and shaven. I personally favor the hairy look, but it was night time now anyway. She was smooth and wet and I slowly kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples while fingering her. Her body was small and toned, and her nipples were hard from my attention.

She then pushed me back on the seat and helped me slide my pants down. There I was, with a rip-roaring hard on pointing in the air, in the back of a minivan with a husband and wife. This was strange: I am not an exhibitionist. In fact, being nude with a woman was one thing. Having an erection in front of another man was quite another. I had to lock him out a bit, and concentrate on her. John looked at my cock and nodded to his wife. Patti slid down the rest of her pants and mounted me. She guided my cock between her legs. I was so hard, and she was so wet, she had no trouble at all sliding down all the way.

And we fucked.

She sat on me, and grinded and swirled her pussy on me. Her husband raised her ass and said, “let me see”. He lit a cigarette lighter and held it between our legs so he could see the sight of our connection.

“Can you go doggy?” He asked. I laughed. At over six feet, there simply wasn’t any room. Patti girated down, and reached back and massaged my balls. I kissed her gently on the neck and cheek and rubbed her beautiful tight little body. I caressed her sides with both my hands, enjoying this gift she had given me. And no, I was not wearing a condom. Her breasts were small and pointy and reacted nicely to my sucking.

After 15 minutes, I couldn’t hold it any longer. I whispered in her ear, “I want you to come.” She stroked my cheek and said, “only my husband gets that.” My balls were tightening as she continued to caress them. John was right there, staring at me fuck his wife, looking at my cock buried in her pussy.

“May I come?” I whispered?

She nodded her head.

Now I was going to ejaculate in front of another man—into his wife, while he watched.

With that, I held her tightly to me and pressed our bodies together. I rocked gently inside her as I kissed her and ran my hands over her body. The pressure built and mounted, and I pushed her tight to me and hugged her as I came deep inside her belly.

She quickly pulled off and sat next to me, her legs wide open on the back seat facing her husband. I believe she was showing him her cunt filled with my come. He looked at me, my cock now deflating, and handed her a tissue. She crumbled the soft tissue up, and placed it at the opening of her vagina. I didn’t ask why. She stayed that way while they drove me back to the car: pants off, legs open, and a tissue holding my cum in her pussy.

We said goodbyes and I kissed her. They drove off. I drove home.

When I got home, there was an email waiting for me, thanking me for a wonderful evening.

Could anything beat that, you ask?

How about our second meeting, in part 2……